It's about time I started a blog, since I've only been fighting it for years. There was just nothing I could think of to write about.
Until now.
Until I met Debby.
Debby is an older version of me, old enough to be my mother, with the same strange, though wonderful, sense of humor and attitude on life. She is one of the many biomed people I got to know this summer at my internship in Washington D.C.. We have certainly had our fair share of story swapping, and such...and one such story has given me the idea for this blog.
The purple curler.
I don't mean a person that plays curling:
Rather, it's a giant hair curler:
Yes, one of those insidious things.
♪♫♪♫♪~Insert dramatic flashback music here~♪♫♪♫♪
When Debby was younger, and still stuck in the Navy, she had been stationed in beautiful Puerto Rico. One day, while on a trip into town to go get some vital "necessities" with her friend "Killer," she had walked into a Puerto Rican Kmart. Mind you, there were no Walmarts in Puerto Rico, though this would have certainly fit the bill for a typical trip to Walmart any day of the week. Well, while Debby was checking out, she heard Killer say, "There it is."
"There what is?" asked Debby. Killer pointed with her lips, just as other Puerto Ricans do, at a Puerto Rican woman who walked by, her hair and clothes all nice...except for one thing.
A purple curler on her head with only a few strands of hair (her bangs) wrapped around it.
"There it is."
I know. I wish she had had a picture of it so I could show everyone that cannot picture such a horrifying thing.
They went to an "Orange Julio" to get their Julio dogs and a pineapple Julio for lunch, and couldn't help laughing about what they had seen. The two of them laughed for half an hour, their food got cold, and they couldn't breathe. They were even getting strange looks from the Puerto Ricans that were walking by. Somehow, that phrase, "There it is," stuck, and to this day, when Debby sees anything that defies words of any sort, she somehow manages to smile, shake her head, and say "There it is," with her hand on her head in the shape of that memorable purple curler.
This blog is dedicated to Debby and the memory of the purple curler.
There will always be some kind of story, hopefully with pictures included, of something that simply defies words of any sort, where the only thing that could be said is, "There it is."
Be it class, trips to Walmart, or even just wandering around the streets, all over the place, there are always stories similar to those of the purple curler.
There it is.
"There what is?" asked Debby. Killer pointed with her lips, just as other Puerto Ricans do, at a Puerto Rican woman who walked by, her hair and clothes all nice...except for one thing.
A purple curler on her head with only a few strands of hair (her bangs) wrapped around it.
"There it is."
I know. I wish she had had a picture of it so I could show everyone that cannot picture such a horrifying thing.
They went to an "Orange Julio" to get their Julio dogs and a pineapple Julio for lunch, and couldn't help laughing about what they had seen. The two of them laughed for half an hour, their food got cold, and they couldn't breathe. They were even getting strange looks from the Puerto Ricans that were walking by. Somehow, that phrase, "There it is," stuck, and to this day, when Debby sees anything that defies words of any sort, she somehow manages to smile, shake her head, and say "There it is," with her hand on her head in the shape of that memorable purple curler.
This blog is dedicated to Debby and the memory of the purple curler.
There will always be some kind of story, hopefully with pictures included, of something that simply defies words of any sort, where the only thing that could be said is, "There it is."
Be it class, trips to Walmart, or even just wandering around the streets, all over the place, there are always stories similar to those of the purple curler.
There it is.
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